Chapter 219 Guess why it glows?

As night falls, the sky is gradually dotted with stars.

Horn stood on the marble floor of the third floor of the spire, looking at Shilov sitting in the wheelchair with anticipation and curiosity.

The ten-day period has arrived, guiding Ether back.

Horn has been waiting for this day for a long time. The astral plane and the ether are too advanced in this low-magic world.

In an era when civilization is still practicing feudalism, cross-space magic has already emerged?
Horn later went to ask Paslick about ether, and he told Horn.

At the beginning of the birth of the School of Mana, there was a question that had always troubled them, that is, how is mana transmitted?
A wizard from the Priory of the Scales proposed the ether hypothesis. They believed that the reason why the spells of the witches of the shapeshifting type were more powerful was because they used ether to guide the elements when casting spells.

However, since the existence of ether has never been discovered, and the fortune-telling witch also failed to find the existence of ether through divination, it is regarded as a hypothesis.

But now, the real Ethereum and even its applications have appeared before Horn's eyes.

On the ground is an eight-pointed star pattern with large circles inside small circles. Among them, a half-moon-shaped yellow crescent is embracing five connected stars like a hug.

Not far from the base of the obsidian obelisk, Shilov directed Afu to arrange various alchemical instruments around it and placed them in appropriate positions one by one using mechanisms.

For some reason, Horn felt the spire was shaking.

Looking up at the ring wall of the towering spire, it is covered with spirally distributed fluorescent stones, which emit a soft white light.

The starlight that filtered through the tower top and high windows illuminated Shilov's focused face, her furry ears slightly erected, turning left and right like a radar antenna.

"Horn, bring me my star map." Shilov's voice broke the silence, and Horn took out a star map and handed it to her.

After carefully comparing the star map with the celestial phenomena and confirming that the stars had returned to their positions, she whispered, "It's time to get ready."

Hearing Shilov's voice suddenly become hoarse and low, Horn swallowed his saliva and protected Jeanna, Pasrick, Bonard and others in front of him.

"Your Majesty, stand behind me." Victor raised his small shield and stood in front of Horn.

Instructing Ah Fu to adjust the telescope to the correct position, the brass frame of the telescope glowed a faint golden color under the light of the fluorite.

As Ah Fu continued to turn the capstan, with the creaking sound of gears meshing, the telescope hanging above everyone's head began to move along the brass track, while Shilov used the crank on the other side to control the direction of the telescope.

"Ding——" Horn heard a crisp sound, but when he looked around, he once again found that no one around him seemed to be moving.

Is he really crazy? Horn blinked guiltily.

At the same time, Shilov suddenly shouted: "Stop."

The telescope's lens was aimed at a specific star in the sky. The next second, Horn found it difficult to describe the scene in words.

Starlight, endless starlight rushed in from the distant starry realm and gathered above the spire.

The high window of the spire is like a funnel, and countless starlight converges through the telescope and finally flows to the base of the obelisk.

"It's so hot, so hot..."

Chanting an incomprehensible Elish spell, Shilov drove her wheelchair and stopped in the center of the eight-pointed star.

As she cast her magic power, a circle of circles lit up in Shilov's pupils, and the fluorescent lamps on the wall spiraled upwards, emitting purple light.

As Shilov read faster and faster, her voice became increasingly ethereal, as if she were speaking in a huge theater, being reflected countless times each time.

"It's so hot, so hot..."

Holding his breath, Horn looked at the pouring starlight. In the starlight, the base of the obelisk trembled slightly, and the light of the fluorescent lamp began to flicker continuously.

As time went by, the starlight became stronger and stronger, almost turning into a dazzling white beam of light. He could even hear a "buzzing" sound as if a lightsaber was being swung.

"Boom boom..." The throats of everyone present seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, locking their breathing.

A focus gradually lit up in the white beam of light. It was a purple-black dot. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the starlight and continued to expand until it became the size of a fist.

This focus tears apart space and is a completely two-dimensional plane with no thickness.

"A rift in the astral world!"

It was the first time Horn heard Pasrick scream like a little girl, but he didn't bother to laugh at Pasrick. He just stared at the purple-black dot.

His pupils constricted and a strong sense of palpitations surged into his heart.

Why did he feel a suction force? It was as if something in the crack was pulling him in.

Subconsciously taking a step forward, Horn stretched his head and continued to look into the crack. The starlight penetrated the purple crack and turned into indigo light, shooting into the moon pool on the first floor through the small hole on the base.

In the first layer of the Moon Pool that is invisible to the public, the water ripples slightly, surging with indigo light, and the large and small star-cast gears in it absorb the blue light like sponges.

After stopping the chanting, Shilov's face turned much paler. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief and shouted to Horn: "The ether is entering the Moon Pool. Wait a moment, and the ceremony will stop naturally."

Seeing that Shilov succeeded, Jeanna immediately turned her head to look at Horn: "Brother, look...Brother, what's wrong with you?"

At some point, Horn took several steps forward, and his face became paler than Shilov's.

Staring straight at the purple-black crack, his lips kept opening and closing, but not a single sound came out.

"Brother, brother, please say something."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty? Help Your Majesty outside."

"Wait, why is your neck bleeding?"

In the clearly visible starlight, everything was covered with a faint fluorescence, so everyone could see that the holy scar on Horn's neck was slowly oozing blood.

"Don't touch him." Pasrick kicked Victor, who was carrying Horn and preparing to run away. "The farther he is from the astral rift, the more blood will flow from his neck."

"Shilov, stop the ritual now."

Shilov ran over in her wheelchair, and said helplessly, "I, I don't know how to end it, I only know how to start it."

"Shirof, stop it."

Seeing the blood flowing from Horn's neck floating in the air and then flying towards the star crack, Jeanna grabbed Shilov's shoulders and shouted.

"I don't know how to end it..." Shilov said as she turned her wheelchair to the telescope's controls and shook it with difficulty.

But at this point in the ceremony, no matter how Shilov turned the telescope, the starlight continued to pour in and tear apart the rift in the star realm.

"This, this, idiot ritual, idiot, stop, stop." Seeing Horn's abnormality, Shilov knew that there was something wrong with the ritual, but no matter how she fiddled with it, changed the telescope, or even turned off the fluorescent lamp, it had no effect.

"Giggle, gggggh—" A sound like phlegm stuck in Horn's throat came from his throat.

Jeanne was horrified to find that the stigmata on his neck showed signs of tearing.

A drop of blood oozed from Horn's neck, passed through Jeana's chin, and rushed into the purple-black crack.

"damn it."

Gritting her teeth, a hint of madness jumped into her eyes, she loosened her arms around Horn, and bright gold quickly dyed her hair.

"Wait." Pasrick immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Stop it!"

Jeanna attacked with all her rage in a hurry. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket shot out and landed heavily on the rift in the star realm.

"Buzz——" Everyone, even those in the small town, heard something vibrating.

"Get down!" Pasrick yelled.

In an instant, the intense white light engulfed everyone's vision. Countless purple electric snakes of different sizes danced wildly on the walls and pedestals, and many chains were directly melted by the electric shock.

Several huge mechanical structures and brass components fell from the sky, hit the ground, and rolled away. A series of electric sparks ran on the metal until the white light gradually dissipated.

After an unknown amount of time, whether it was three or five minutes, everyone gradually woke up from the shock and dizziness and got up from the ground.

The night wind blew in through the broken stained glass windows, raising a cloud of dust with a burnt smell.

The astral rift on the base of the obelisk had disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Shilov was lying on the ground in a mess. She was also knocked off her chair by the shock wave.

Fortunately, Ah Fu jumped on her back and blocked some of the impact for her.

"How is Your Majesty?" Victor stood up shakily and found Horn who was pinned down by Pasrick.

Jeanna staggered over with bruises on the corners of her mouth from the fall, turned Horn over, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the blood scab on his neck.

"Take His Majesty to the palace." Jeanne once again picked up Horn in a princess hug. "Call Cecilia and the town's doctor. Come."

"No." Horn forced his eyes open. "Just call Ceci. If the doctors come, they will panic."

(End of this chapter)